Hakeem. . .
We stepped off the elevator at 7:55. Jorge was already seated in his chair and Mr. Garcia was across from him in the other chair. We walked in shook Mr. Garcia’s hand then dapped Jorge. I sat on the leather couch off to the side and CJ followed suit.
“So Mr. Martinez, Mr. Anderson, and Mr. Jackson,” he looked at each of us before continuing, “Let’s get down to business. I’ll start with you Mr. Martinez. I want your empire and I’m willing to pay for it all. You will be set for life. Miami has been great to me for years. But, now I want to take over California.” His Latin accent was thick. “With our next order of business… I want to also take your two very dedicated workers, Hakeem and Craylin, and upgrade them. They will be doing all sorts. . .”
“Hold the fuck on. How are you gone come into my office and just try to take over my operation? I’ll b damned if you take over everything I’ve built!” It was like slow motion when I saw Jorge pull his gun out and aim it at Mr. Garcia’s forehead. He cocked it. “Over my dead-“ Next thing I know Mr. Garcia’s body guard was in the room and shot Jorge in the head. I didn’t even know what had just happened. I saw Jorge’s body slumped over backwards. His head had a huge hole above his right eye.
Neither CJ nor I dared to move. There was blood everywhere. It was so messy. I had no idea what the fuck was about to happen.
Mr. Garcia hadn’t even blinked. He had blood on his jacket’s collar so he took it off and threw it on Jorge’s lifeless body.
“Now as I was saying, you gentlemen will be doing many jobs for me. You will be promoted tremendously. Are you in or out, like Jorge?” He gestured toward my departed friend. I looked at CJ and his eyes said it all. We were in. We both looked at him at the same time and we nodded. I couldn’t believe this. I had just witnessed my friend being shot in the head and now the man who killed him is telling me that basically I belong to him now. What the fuck was going on?
